I am a Jem and the Holograms fan. I’ve dressed up as Jem (see my Twitter icon). I unironically enjoy the almost-too-cringeworthy-to-be-real 1980s cartoon, and so I’ve held off on watching the 2015 reboot film for…a long time. It never marketed itself well, and after it got pulled from theaters after only a few weeks, it wasn’t hard to just avoid seeing it. But the library had it, and I finally thought, why not? It may be so bad, it’s funny.
Leading up to the publication of Tamora Pierce’s 20th Tortall book, I am rereading her Tortall books. In this edition of Revisiting Corus, I’m going over the third book in the Song of the Lioness quartet, The Woman Who Rides Like A Man.
Let me start by saying: I enjoy this book. Overall, especially with everything I’ve been through with Alanna, it’s good.
That said–it’s a weird book. And it has some issues for a modern reader.
Leading up to the publication of Tamora Pierce’s 20th Tortall book, I am rereading all of her other works in the Tortall universe. In this edition of Revisiting Corus, I’m going over the second book in the Song of the Lioness quartet, In The Hand of the Goddess.
Tamora Pierce was my absolute favorite writer as a child. I don’t know if I would call her my favorite writer now, but that’s only because it’s been a very long time since I’ve done a big reread of her books. With Tempests and Slaughter, Tamora Pierce’s 20th book in the Tortall universe, debuting on February 6th after over a decade of hearing about it, I’ve decided to reread Tamora Pierce’s Tortall books in a series I’m calling Revisiting Corus.
To truly recommend The Gay and Wondrous Life of Caleb Gallo, you have to show someone a clip of it, because it’s so radically different from most anything anyone’s ever seen. Describing it is almost impossible, although I’m about to try. But in order to give us a basic point of reference to start from, watch from about 2:03 to 3:24 in this video:
See what I mean?
Swiss Army Man opens with the protagonist, Hank, unable to commit suicide because the dead body that just washed up on the beach won’t stop farting. The movie ends with the main character crying with happiness at farts. Stoner comedies wish they could do farts as well as this movie does, and it reaches far past the ambitions of stoner comedy into pure, crazy brilliance.